Date: Sun, 1 Feb 2009 18:42:41 -0800 (PST)
From: Tim Boy
Subject: Serving Master Rock
This story involves men having consensual sex with men. If this is
offensive to you, do not proceed. If you have feedback, or comments about
this true encounter, please email my master at canadafarmboi@yahoo.com
Serving Master Rock (Part 1)
As I write this first draft, I am sitting on a special computer chair that
my Master made for me. I kneel on it, but the seat has a seat mount where
there is a three tiered Christmas tree type butt plug. It vibrates, and is
keeping me constantly stimulated and hard while I try to focus on writing
this story for my Master to publish. He wants my service to be publicly
known, so I am asked to tell of how we started and where we have been. Who
knows where this will continue to go, except Him. He is in charge. This is
His game.
Today, the seat mount has the three tiered butt plug, but Master has many
different ways to alter the chair for my obedience and edge training. I am
always nude in Master's home. The seat is cut out at the crotch so my balls
and dick can hang down, often stretching my prince albert or balls with
heavy weights, to keep me focused on my service to him, or to punish me for
not holding in my cum or piss during edge training.
How did this all begin?
I was always a versatile gay man who played the field. While surfing
squirt.org one time, I found Master's profile intriguing. He wanted to
train a bi or gay boi who wanted to experience the joys of edge play. I
always wanted to try to hold back my orgasm and see if the intensity grew,
but I never seriously tried it. I emailed him to arrange a meeting. He sent
me an application and contract. That was intimidating. I called him to ask
if this was necessary just to play around with him.
He told me that he did not fuck around with one time encounters. His
training was valued and too important to waste on quick fix encounters. If
I was serious and truly wanted to learn how to service an authoritarian
master, I would fill in the application accurately and sign an agreement to
serve him as a boi in training.
I ignored the application for about a week, but I found that none of my
normal outlets turned me on anymore. Jacking off at the gym, looking at hot
bareback porn, hanging out at my favourite bathhouse only left me thinking
about Him and my need to become his boi. I started to read more
Authoritarian stories on Nifty to see what they did to me. Whenever I
considered myself as the sub or slave in the story, I realized that I was
truly a man who needed a man in charge to take control of me and make me
his fuck toy.
I finally got up the nerve to apply to Master Rock. I filled in the
application with great detail and attention. I promised I would sign the
contract if he accepted me as a boi in training. I waited for 4 days,
checking my email almost hourly, feeling the first experience of edging: I
waited for my desire to be met by the Master, not by me. He finally replied
and asked me to be at his front door, in a jock strap and tight cock ring
at 8pm on Friday night, two days from now. I was not to cum until then, and
I was to have a full bladder when I arrived.
I couldn't focus or work. I couldn't sleep. I went to the gym and was in a
constant state of arousal. I avoided touching my cock which was hard all
the time. I could not imaging trying to put on a tight cock ring on Friday,
for my dick never got soft enough to slip in through a tight steel band
with my balls.
Friday arrived. I don't know how I ever made it through work. I was dizzy
with desire and anxiety about meeting Master Rock and becoming his boi. I
was shaking as I left work. I went home and gave myself three soapy enemas
to make sure I was clean for Master Rock. I drank three Gatorades at 7pm
just before calling a cab. I arrived at his door at 7:50pm. I did not want
to be early or late. His house was on a suburban street, without much cover
from the neighbours. At 7:59, I stood on his front step and stripped off
all my clothes but the jock strap and cock ring. I rang the bell.
I waited for what felt like an eternity as three cars drove by, until I
heard the door unlatch and Master Rock opened the door. "Very good,
boi. You know the first rule to be on time and follow the rules
completely. Step inside and get on your hands and knees."
He closed the door behind me and I crawled into his house like a dog. He
was wearing his tight Levi 501's and a ripped tank top. He smelled strong
like he just worked up a sweat. He was about 45 and rugged and handsome,
taller than me, about 6'1" and 200 lbs of a studly man in good physical
shape.
He walked around me four times before he spoke again. I was shivering with
fear and excitement about what would come next. He told me to lose the
jock. I pulled it down and crawled out of it. He asked me to hand it to
him, and I said, "Yes sir", as I reached up to give it to him. He crumpled
up the jock and stuffed it into my mouth. They he brought a large string of
anal beads out of a drawer and told me to shut up as he got me ready for
training. I felt him rub spit into my boi pussy asshole, and finger it
roughly, then work the first three beads roughly into my anus. I would have
cried and whimpered in protest, but the jock in my mouth muffled that. He
was clearly turned on as he stepped in front of my and the bulge in his
501's were straining in his pants. "Follow me, boi, but stay on all fours."
I crawled down the stairs following him into his training room. It had many
dildos, sex toys, and devices neatly organized on the wall. I was
instructed to kneel before him with three anal beads hanging out of my ass
like a dog's tail. He pulled the jock from my mouth and asked, "Do you need
to piss boi?"
"Yes sir", I replied. "Good. This is your first step in the training. I
will give you some more fluids to fill your bladder, but you will only piss
when I allow you to. Understand boi?"
"Yes sir." I was so sure I would piss right there, but his tone warned me
not to disobey him. I was hard as a rock, yet I had to piss like crazy. His
next move shocked me. On the floor in front of me was the contract that I
had read online. I was to sign it now or leave and never return. He wanted
me to submit to being his boi in training. I was to move in with him for
three months minimum. I was to keep my present job Monday to Friday, but to
turn over my paychecks to him to be reinvested into my training. I could
choose at the end of three months to quit my job and become his slave, or
leave and never return. But if I signed, I was his for three months
minimum. By then, he would either own me or set me free. I had one minute
to decide. I had to piss. I was so horny. I wanted to suck his cock. I
wanted the anal beads out of my ass. I wanted him to fuck me. I had one
minute of dizzy choosing. I picked up the pen at his foot and signed it.
He smiled at me. "Good boi. In three months, if things go as I expect, you
will be so committed to my pleasure that you will easily become my obedient
slave."
"Do you know what happens next boi?"
"No Sir, I don't."
"Well, let's just say you better not spill any, or you will be punished
severely." He unbuttoned his 501's and pulled out his hard uncut cock. It
was beautiful and sheathed by heavy veins and foreskin. It was hard, but
not fully. He pushed his cock into my mouth and told me to relax and
swallow. I was not expecting the heavy flow of piss that rushed from his
cock into my mouth. I swallowed the bitter piss as fast as I could. I
gagged a bit and some splashed back onto his jeans and my face, but he held
the back of my head hard into his cock, forcing his cock down my throat. I
drank the stench and piss as best I could, but my bladder ached from the
Gatorade, and I was sure I would wet the floor like a puppy being paper
trained. When he was done with his flow, he told me to keep sucking and
take his load. I am a skilled cock sucker, but I was anxious by my own need
to piss and it made it more difficult to think of swallowing more fluid. As
he edged near cumming, he pulled back and said, "Maybe if you hold your
bladder, I'll let you eat my cum boi. Earn it."
Master Rock walked behind me and pulled two anal beads roughly from my
ass. I wimpered, but he told me to thank him for the pleasure. "Thank you
sir", I said, but tears were in my eyes as my bladder ached, my stomach
stretched, and my ass spasmed with one dry anal bead inside. He must have
spit of lube up the remaining five beads, because he started to finger my
butt and work them back into my burning ass. I felt him push in one, two,
then three. There were six in total. I now had four inside of me. The more
he filled my bowels, the more my bladder ached for release. I moaned in
pleasure and pain. "Two more boi, can you take it?"
I was crying now. "Yes sir. Please sir, give me more." He worked in the
last two beads. Now only a small string was extended from my ass, the only
proof that 14 inches worth of six large anal beads were filling my inner
man pussy. He came to the front of me and told me to look him in the eyes.
Like a dog, I looked up at him. His cock was hanging out of his jeans. He
was dripping precum. He was a man in charge. He had power of me. I had
tears in my eyes, and he said, "What do you want, boi?"
"Please sir, please let me piss sir."
"Why should I let you piss boi?"
"Sir, if you let me piss, I will be able to better serve you."
"That is correct boi. You have learned fast. The only reason you are
allowed to do anything is if it improves your ability to satisfy my needs,
not yours. What will I gain, boi if you can piss?"
"My ass can take more sir. I can swallow more sir. I can be more
comfortable to serve you sir."
"Good boi. Now, to make sure you appreciate the relief I might offer you,
you will have to recycle it and reuse it for my pleasure. You will do as I
tell you boi?"
"Yes sir, I will do whatever you ask."
"Good boi. Okay, here is a sleeve for you to piss into. It will fill this
enema bottle. I will use it to feel you mouth or your ass as I see fit. All
fluids coming out of you (mine, or yours), will be kept for future
use. Piss at will boi. This is only the beginning of your submission to
me."
"Thanks you sir." As soon as he slipped the sleeve over my swollen cock
head, I let out a torrent of piss with such strength, the enema bag filled
immediately with the swell of my bladder load. I felt more relief than any
shit or orgasm of my life.
"Okay boi, lets show you how your fluids can be used son." He pulled the
string in my ass, and only removed 3 of the 6 anal beads. They popped out
with a load "pop", but then he placed the enema tube into my ass, and
squeezed the bottle of my warm piss back into my rectum. If you have never
had a piss enema before, you should know that the first time stings like a
spasm of bees in your butt. I was struggling to hold in my piss, whimpering
loudly and arching my back like a cat in heat. "Take it, boi" was all he
said as he emptied the bottle into my ass. I was hard as a rock. My stomach
looked bloated like a starving third world child. I was clenching my butt
and ass hole for all my might.
"The next step in edge play boi is to hold your bowels." Slowly, he worked
one of the three external beads back into me. A little piss dribbled down
my led. He slapped my ass hard, and I yelp and he shouted, "Hold it,
boi". He slapped me again, then fingered my butt hole before pushing in the
fifth bead. More fingering, more pleasure for him, then finally he worked
that last large anal bead into my piss filled bowel.
"I will be back in 15 minutes, boi. Do not loose that piss or those beads,
or you will leave tonight."
He went upstairs, leaving me in agony on the floor, a dog on all fours,
straining to hold in the beads and piss he had fed into me.
Have you ever had 15 minutes feel like an eternity? By the time he
returned, I had my ass in the air, my head on the floor, breathing loudly,
"Oh god, sir, please help me sir. Oh god, sir, I please help me sir."
"Why should I let you empty our cunt, boi?"
"Oh sir, my cunt is for you to use as you please sir. If my cunt can relax,
you can stuff it with your cock or your toys or whatever you desire sir."
"Good boi. Okay, here is a bucket boi. I will pull out one anal bead, and
you will let out a little piss. With each bead, you must let out the same
amount of piss until they are all out. If you have any piss in you after
the 6 beads are out, you must hold it til tomorrow. Understood, boi?"
"Yes sir." I had no idea how I was going to measure or control the content
of my bowels. He made me squat over a pail. He reache between my legs and
yank out one anal bead. "Owweeeeeeeeeee," I yelp as urine rushed out of my
ass. I clenched to stop the flow. He Slowly yanked out another beads. More
urine pissed out of my boi cunt. Four beads to go, and who knows how much
piss. He yanked again. I felt the relief one feels from a really awesome
shit as more piss flowed out of my bowels into the pail. The fourth bead
felt like a huge turd finally vacated my ass. More piss followed. The fifth
bead was like heaven, with more piss yet. Finally, the last bead dropped
heavy into the pail and I was told to hold the remaining piss til
morning. Thankfully, I felt empty.
"Stand up and look at what you have done." I looked into the pail of yellow
cloudy piss. "Reach in and grab your beads, boi." I did not
hesitate. "Smell them all over, and lick them clean for me, son." I could
smell my piss and musty ass funk on them. The smelled of his dominance and
power over me. When he was satisfied that they were clean, he hung them on
the wall, and brought me a butt plug with three tiers. He mounted it on the
stool, lubed it with spit, told me to suck it til it was wet, then asked me
to ride it.
I was so awkward as I lowered myself onto the first bulb, then relaxed to
let it sink in. "More," he shouted, as he stripped off his shirt and
stepped out of his pants before me. I lowered myself onto the second bigger
plug. "Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh," I wimpered. He was naked now. "All the way,
boi," he said as he pushed down on my shoulders as I was impaled onto the
third and more difficult tier of the tree plug.
I was dizzy with pain. Before I could cry out again, his cock was in my
mouth and he forcefully face fucked me until my mouth was filled with the
first gift of my master's cum. Volley after volley of heavy white jizz
filled the back of my throat and landed in my mouth. I welcomed the salty
smell of his manhood. He did not groan or make a sound, he just smiled
boldly and said, "Take it all boi. Take it from you Master."
He then grabbed me by the cock, forced me to the bench onto my back, where
he jacked my cock into a small jar. He forced me to cum and caught my semen
in the vile, telling me he would freeze it for future use.
With that, he led me into a small closet with a dog bed on the floor, and
told me to eat and drink from the dog bowls. He locked me in and said
goodnight. "You're a good boi."
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